"Greed has poisoned man's souls ! "

"Hope… I’m sorry but I don’t want to be an Emperor – that’s not my business – I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that.
We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls – has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in: machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little: More than machinery we need humanity; More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say “Do not despair”.

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress: the hate of men will pass and dictators die and the power they took from the people, will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish…

Soldiers – don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you – who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder.

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate – only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers – don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written ” the kingdom of God is within man ” – not one man, nor a group of men – but in all men – in you, the people.

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy let’s use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

Soldiers – in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”

I shall let you find out who was the person who gave this speech !

Burning Bridges and beheading enemies.

Home many times have you been in the situation that no matter how hard you try to fight what's coming, you can't avoid it ? How many times you fought that hopeless battle tired, down on your knees you raised your sword stroke again and again with the mind strong but body broken, and with each stroke you take down one more enemy and 2 more arise? And you realize you fight a lost battle but you keep on going and strike tireless because you have to see how far you can go before you accept defeat. Needless to say every time you go down on your knees bearing your heavy armor on you shoulders it's harder with every hit to get up but your mind picks you up and you keep going. Getting closer and closer to the point of break you keep you head high and look in distance for a sign. And you wonder if you are alone in this battlefield. All you friends fall one by one prey to the enemy but you strive with each hit to get closer to them and try to pick them up because you know that whit each friend you have aside the battle will be easier and the victory seems closer, so you help them up, and keep on going. But what happens when you are left alone struck down with no one to pick you up and fight the battle with you along side, what then. Is that the point of break when you mind is crushed and body soon to follow, what happens when you run out of stamina and fell like everything is over. Will you then accept defeat? Or will you go search for new allies ?

Would you take your tactical retreat knowing that you just postpone the inevitable or will you take your sword thru your enemy until the last gasp of air in your lungs.

Life should be cherished along side good allies and friends and war should be postponed for as long as possible. Resort to your swords gents but resort to your swords where words have lost meaning, and actions are called for or else you will end up in the situation of fighting  a lost battle along side your allies, which will be struck down one by one until alone in the battlefield you will kneel powerless in front of your enemy. Looking up for a sign you will only see the short end of the sword falling down on your heads, and the last thing flashing thru your thick skulls will be that you with your own 2 feet have walked yourself in this place. Now is nobody else here to save you as you got all you allies killed on the way here and all your bridges burned. It's a lonely death, cruel and unforgiving but is a death that you walked in by yourself.

So now i will ask you again when chance strikes and you have to make a choice will you build a bridge or burn one down ? 

Because sometimes I just want to scream !

Seriously some times I really hate how things turn out, how life just puts huge crossroads in front of you. And all this just for the plane amusement of someone who is to bored or maybe has to much envy on people who get it right at least half way and find that piece of short happiness. And adding to this they make out this huge crossroads with small mazes inside that you need to take and some hoops after just so  you don't get bored while crossing it. Yeah I know sounds dark take a load of this then I would like to head up to that lonely small and dark road crossing where the little brunette beautiful girl hangs out asking me if i wanna sell my soul for a piece of happiness to tell her to fuck off as i will sell my soul only for the chance to find that little somebody and kick his ass for those huge crossroads untill he begs for mercy and I will show him mercy then in exachange of getting my soul freed from the little pact I made with the beautifull brunette. As this is just another hoop I will jump at the end I will have wasted my life finding that something, which does not exist and I'll be an empty shell ready to part with stories of war and wounds from battles which told right people will learn and hopefully not repeat.
Alex. I